The Best Way to Spend Valentine’s Day

No fancy dress up, no heading out to a candlelit dinner, no champagne although I did get beautiful flowers that included roses. No, I got what I really wanted for Valentine’s Day—a gorgeous, sun-filled day in the upper 50s and a chance to ride.

All week long, Bill and I had been checking Saturday’s forecast, and as we got closer and closer to the weekend, the forecast kept improving with clouds disappearing Thursday and the temperature hitting over 55 by Friday night. Three weeks is a long time not to ride one’s motorcycle, and I was happy that both the weather and my health cooperated to let me out on my R Nine T.

It wasn’t just the weather suggesting that Punxsutawney Phil might have gotten it wrong. I spotted a small flock of Canadian geese as we headed over to the garage, lots of birds flitting in and out of trees, mallards in the river, and a robin zooming by. And Bill and I weren’t the only ones out taking in this spring-like day. The playground at the school was packed, some kids even wearing short sleeves and shorts in celebration of a warmer day. I was comfortable in my flannel turtleneck, leggings, and leathers, no lining needed in my Schotts. I wore my mid-weight gloves and realized I could’ve worn the light weight ones with the heated grips on, but I need more practice in the thicker gloves. And I have improved my throttle work with only one accidental roll on during the ride.

My riding skills evinced a three-week hiatus. My on-street U-turn hit the grassy berm on the first turn. And I messed up my two-parking space turn in the gravel lot, having to stop, push the motorcycle back, and regroup. I even dabbed once during a U-turn. I think in part I was a little extra zoomy during the ride having waited three weeks for the chance to zoom again.

The best part of the ride was knowing I was with my sweetheart and that he was having as much (if not more) fun as me. Looking ahead, the warm weather is planning to stick around, so hopefully I’ll stay healthy and there won’t be another hiatus in our motorcycle rides. Valentine’s Day is a day we reflect on love, and I can honestly say I absolutely love riding motorcycles!

two red and white motorcycles with hearts

If You Don’t Like the Weather, Wait a Week

One reason we don’t winterize the motorcycles is the precariousness of the mid-Atlantic coastal weather. Last week we were bundled up against the cold with our motorcycles warning us of icy conditions. Today’s ride was 74 degrees, so the summer gear was on and my R Nine T was smiling (well, I was smiling on the R Nine T). The rain had passed by earlier and, while there were a few damp patches of road in the shady spots, most of the roads had dried out. The sun even peeked out enough to require sunglasses. I can already sense the days are beginning to lengthen as the sun is higher in the sky and not shining right into my eyes.

I was grateful for my 50/50 tires. There had been some roadwork during the week, and I rode over several patches of gravel. I had my guardian angel bell attached under the chassis, and I hoped since I had my helmet vents open and the visor cracked, I might hear a jingle. But no such luck; I only heard the roar of the boxer cylinders. But I felt its protection as I worked on my turns in the gravel lot. The slight slips of the tires as I came around did not cause me worry as I balanced the motorcycle.

My turns went extremely well during today’s ride. My on-street U-turns were all pavement. And I really enjoyed our fast braking into turns drill, feeling the acceleration and then the dive as I hauled on the brakes then let up. I can understand why people love to race motorcycles.

Bill and I weren’t the only riders out enjoying the day. As we were conducting our fast-braking drill, a rider on a bright yellow Harley-Davidson Pan America rode by giving us the motorcycle salute. That was the first Pan America I’ve seen on the road, and I liked the color as the bright yellow nearly matched the bright yellow on my R Nine T.

It was still winter as far as the animals were concerned. I spotted some vultures up riding the thermals, and we had one squirrel crossing. But other than the ubiquitous crows, there was not much wildlife about. The camellias are blooming, adding their reds and pinks to the browns and greens.

Unbeknownst to me, as we were heading back to the garage, Bill put me to a test. We have a left turn out of the fancy neighborhood into my parents’. There was a car ahead turning the opposite left from us and Bill turned in front of that. But by the time I came to the left turn, there was another car coming up from behind and moving around the left-turning car. If I were crazy, I would’ve accelerated and zoomed into the turn in front of the car, but instead I slowed down into first gear and waited for the car to pass. Afterwards, as we were taking off our gear, Bill told me I had done what he had hoped I would do—deal with the intersection on my own and not just follow him blindly.

It can be a danger when riding with another or others to fall into trailing mode and just do what the leader does. Luckily for me, I have a leader who’s very conscientious of my limited riding experience. However, I am practicing my riding skills every week, and I will be out next week, when winter returns, working on my motorcycle skills.

My R Nine T Thinks I’m Crazy

Happy New Year! And happy semiquincentennial year for the USA! I look forward to an exciting year ahead with lots of amazing rides.

Today’s ride, however, was amazingly cold. In theory the temperature was 41 degrees, but with the wind chill and the cloud cover, it felt much colder. I had finally added the lining to Rev’It Factor 4 thermal lined waterproof pants my warm neck sleeve. I did wear my Klim liner gloves underneath my mid-weight gloves, and Bill led us on a shorter ride.

When we head out, I check my odometer to see how far we go. Today, when I looked down, I saw a flashing 37. After a moment, I noticed the flashing snowflake to the right, and I realized the motorcycle was telling me it was too cold to ride. This happened once before during a ride (Even My Motorcycle Thinks It’s Too Cold to Ride) when my BMW flashed between 34 and 37 for the temperature. Today, it held mostly steady at 37 but did dip down to 36 and rise to 39. The point of this warning is that there is the potential for ice on the roads. Now, we haven’t had any rain in over a week, so ice wasn’t a risk. But as smart as the R Nine T is, it isn’t smart enough to know that (yet).

So despite the cold and the gray skies (the sun made an attempt to shine through but gave up rather quickly), I was mostly comfortable as we rode. Except for my fingertips. Because I have learned to pre-load the front brake, my index and middle finger are on the brake lever and not on the heated grips. Several times during the ride when I was on a straightaway, I brought my grip onto the heated grips to defrost my fingertips, but I found the position uncomfortable and I appreciated the irony.

Four and a half years ago when I sat on the Kawasaki Eliminator, the idea of not having all five fingers on the handlebars was unthinkable. But over the years, I’ve learned how to pre-load and now, pre-loading is the natural, comfortable riding position and five-finger grip on the handlebars feels wrong. But pre-loading in cold weather riding is incredibly uncomfortable, so I started thinking why doesn’t someone invented heated brake and clutch levers for motorcycles? Perhaps because they are made of metal usually, it’s not really a good idea, but a heated brake and clutch lever would make winter rides a bit more enjoyable.

As it was, I rode with the occasional attempt to defrost my fingertips. There were Christmas decorations still up for those you remember that the twelve days of Christmas are from Christmas to the Epiphany. Two interesting ones are a giant bear and a giant penguin seemingly made out of fur like a stuffed toy. But I realized that in fact they are inflatables with the fuzzy surface which makes more sense as they are at least fifteen feet tall.

We did have one crazy street crossing squirrel who darted out in front of us coming and going. And I did spot a falcon being chased by some crows, but mostly it was a quiet ride. I did get to wave to a few people who waved at us, a man out raking leaves and boy about twelve years old. I remember being fascinated by motorcycles as a kid, and I’m very happy that I’ve allowed myself to learn to ride because it is in trying new things that we keep sharp and have fun! My new year’s resolution for 2026 is to not sweat the small stuff, and to help me with that resolution, I plan on channeling my motorcycle riding vibes. I will be creating many positive vibes this year.

Motorcycle dashboard showiong cold weather. — Cold weather warning on the Triumph Rocket display.

Itchy Nose Ride

Today’s ride was wintry for sure. The sky was gray and the wind was bitterly cold bringing the temperature down to below 40 degrees. But I was bundled up well and my heated grips were working, so I was mostly comfortable except for chilly fingertips.

Even under the gray skies, I managed to spot a white egret flying overhead as we started off and two more in the low tidal waters at the park. I also spotted two ospreys, one in each neighborhood, as we rode, and the squirrels were busy in the yards but keeping off the roads. Yet there seemed a quietness as we rode, that winter stillness that seems to settle over the land.

I noted that despite spotting a few pink winter roses and some newly planted purple pansies, there was a brown hue to the landscape as we rode by. The pines and other evergreens and grass are greens muted by the winter brown. One of the joys of riding my motorcycle is experiencing the seasons from the saddle and enjoying their unique features.

About midway through the ride my nose started itching. Now while riding a motorcycle, it is possible to take a hand off the handlebars. With cruise control some riders even take both hands off the handlebars. So theoretically I could take my left hand off the bars, lift my visor, and bump my nose with my gloved fingers. But I didn’t want to open my visor in the cold air.

To distract myself from the itch, my mind went to how in today’s society, so many needs are immediately met. Are you hungry? Uber eats will deliver nearly anything you want. Feeling ill? Medicine is on its way, or you can get a virtual appointment and a prescription without getting out of your pajamas. But riding my R Nine T, dressed in my safety gear with its extra layering for the cold, scratching my nose was not a simple task. And what if I just endured the inconvenience of an itchy nose? Would the delayed gratification feel better? Or, as did happen, would the itchy nose cease to itch? And am I better person for having endured it?

I realize how silly this is, but my ride did distract me from the itchy nose. During a U-turn in a cul-de-sac, I was letting out the clutch to increase my speed a little. I was , in the full bars to the left, front wheel turned, and the bike wasn’t accelerating. I tried a little throttle, and I only got engine revving. I had mis-shifted into neutral and had to quickly shift into first and accelerate to maintain the motorcycle in an upright position. Luckily, the boxer engine saved my balance and let me save the turn. And I soon forgot about my itchy nose.

As the ride ended, I had a new focus as I dismounted—the bathroom. Eventually, due to my recovering from a cold, I did get to scratch my itchy nose.

And, in the immortal words of Monty Python, “now for something completely different,” my motorcycle Christmas gift. Bill surprised me with Dream Apparel’s motorcycle bell. The bell says, “Never ride faster than your angel can fly.” It is a guardian angel bell to protect me from road gremlins. Next week, we’ll get it affixed to my motorcycle. I don’t know if it will protect me from itchy noses though, but I’m willing to keep riding to find out.

Gearing Up for Winter Riding

I am amazed at people’s ingenuity, and one place that ingenuity is on display is in motorcycle gear. In the early days of motorcycle riding, smart riders figured out to wear goggles to protect their eyes and leather to protect their skin. Bill will tell me how in his earliest days of motorcycle riding, the only gear he had was a Bell helmet, but he knew to wear a leather jacket, jeans, and boots.

Now some people in the summer can be seen on their motorcycles in shorts and t-shirts, but that is a choice. In the MSF (Motorcycle Safety Foundation) course, they teach riders to dress for the slide. Leather is still one of the best skin protection for the slide, but thanks to the invention of Kevlar, riding jeans can be substantive enough to protect the skin.

But in addition to the safety features of motorcycle gear, there is also the weather adaptability. My leather riding pants have a detachable lining, so I can add a layer for warmth when needed, like on today’s 42-degree ride under gray skies. My leather jacket also has a removable lining for warmth adjustability. I also have three different sets of riding gloves that offer differing degrees of warmth, but all offer protection should I take a tumble.

Luckily (knock on wood) I have not needed the slide protection of my gear. I have needed the warmth protection, though, and it seems I will be needing it for quite a while now as winter seems to have arrived early this year. Next week, I’ll start wearing my balaclava under my helmet to keep my chin and cheeks warm.

We shortened our ride some because the roads still had wet spots from the cold rain that fell on Friday. I didn’t go on the gravel because of the damp, and the skies were dark enough I could see the beams from our headlights. The squirrels were busy, but they stayed out of our way. I spotted a large vulture in the air at the beginning of the ride, and I saw the birds flying away from the water, but I didn’t see any white-feathered heads. Of course, in our shortened ride, we didn’t ride as close to the water.

The best part of the ride was that I was mostly comfortable with just a little bit of cold fingers due to pre-loading, but it wasn’t as bad as last week. And I know I’ll be fine for next week’s ride too.

zipper on black pants — Zipping the lining up at the ankles of my leather riding pants.

Getting Back to the Gravel

It was a day for motorcycles. I spotted almost ten motorcycles of various models as we headed over for our own ride, and I spotted even more on the way home. Tuesday, Veterans Day, had given us a taste of the coming winter, and I think motorcycle riders wanted to grab the great riding weather while they could. The skies were cloudy but no rain was forecasted, and the temperatures were in the upper 60s.

The sun did peak out every now and then as we rode, conveniently as I snapped a photo of one of my favorite autumn trees (see picture). But it was cloudy enough I didn’t wear my sunglasses under my tinted visor. The gray light softened the autumn colors and would’ve made for a peaceful, calm ride, except we had a quick stop not even a half mile into our ride when a cat darted in front of the Rocket’s front tire. That cat kept one of its lives thanks to Bill’s quick reaction.

The squirrels, for the most part, kept themselves in the yards except near the end of our ride when one felt extra daring. Again, it’s a good thing we practice fast stops and swerves. I spotted one tiny cabbage white butterfly determinedly working its way across road. I remarked last year that it seems the cabbage whites are the first and last butterflies of the season.

We headed into the gravel lot to give me more practice, and I felt more comfortable and confident. The small slips of the rear tire were not as nerve-racking as last week, and I even tried my U-turn inside the two parking spots. I had a large smile on my face as gave Bill the thumbs up to signal an end to my gravel practice. I’m glad I get the opportunity to put the 50/50 tires on a surface other than the asphalt. (50/50 tires are half for road and half for off-road.)

As we headed back to the garage, I glanced out over the water and spotted several egrets sitting atop the pylons on a pier. I realize that as we ease into winter, the wildlife views will become even sparser, but then maybe there will be less fast-stop drama too!

shades of gold on tree leaves — Elm tree with golden leaves

Riding a Retro

Every motorcycle is not built equally. Motorcycles, like automobiles, fit into various categories that appeal to what kind of riding the motorcyclist wants to do or how the rider wants to look upon a motorcycle. They also can appeal to a rider aesthetically as in the case of the R Nine T for Bill. The R Nine T is a retro motorcycle, designed to look more like an old-fashioned motorcycle than a modern one. Sometimes, though, the retro motorcycles go a little too far in channeling the past.

I have mentioned before that the R Nine T lacks a fuel gauge on its one clock. Luckily for me, I ride it alongside Bill on the Triumph Rocket which is a bit of a gas guzzler but as a modern cruiser motorcycle, has a gas gauge. We learned before today’s ride that the R Nine T also does not have a low-oil warning light reminding us of the earliest days of motorcycle riding.

On some instinct Bill wanted to check the oil in my bike. This involved laying on the garage floor to check the little oil level window. According to the little window, there was no oil. We had a half a quart of motorcycle oil left from the last oil fill up, so Bill added that into the right cylinder head hoping the oil level would at least register. When he checked, we discovered that there was plenty of oil, so Bill deduced that the oil level indicated empty when it was getting low but not low enough to blow out the engine.

Now we’re left with the question as to why BMW would leave off an oil-warning light. The motorcycle is not completely old-fashioned. I have ABS (anti-lock brake system), traction control, ride modes, a digital odometer, and cruise control. Why are these features included but not safety measures such as a low oil warning light and a gas gauge? I do wonder what the engineers were thinking. Motorcycles mostly appeal to young men who are not the most conscientious riders. But then I remembered the MSF course.

During the book-learning portion of the MSF course, we reviewed “T-CLOCS.” T-CLOCS stands for: T—tires and wheels, C—controls, L—lights and engine, O—oil and other fluids, C—chassis, and S—stands. Back in that classroom, I was brand new to motorcycles, so much of T-CLOCS went in and out of my ears. And I suppose owners of more modern designed motorcycles can rely on the features of that bike to do most of T-CLOCS for them. But in owning a retro motorcycle, I realize now how important T-CLOCS is. And I also understand that while I’ve been slack, Bill hasn’t. Bill has owned motorcycles for a long time, so he learned to ride when the only way to check everything was by checking everything. His first Harley-Davidson didn’t even have turn indicators.

Speaking of turn indicators, one quirky design of the R Nine T is that the turn signals are self-cancelling whereas on most other motorcycles, including the 310 and Scrambler I’ve owned, the rider has to cancel the signals. Again BMW engineers-why that feature and not a low-oil warning light? At least we solved the mystery of how to check the oil and, luckily, there was plenty to allow me to ride and to keep me riding in this lovely, cool autumn weather.

black and yellow motorcycle parked on fallen leaves — My lovely retro R Nine T.

A Beautiful Day in the Neighborhood

Sunny skies and 74 degrees and a motorcycle to ride—now that’s getting close to heavenly. Officially, May is Motorcycle Safety Awareness Month, but please be aware that October is also riding season. In some ways I think autumn is busier for riders than spring, but that could be because people are shopping for motorcycles in the spring. But I also think it’s due to motorcycle riders making the most of their riding opportunities before winter sets in.

I was comfortably cool throughout the ride, and even Bill on his large Triumph Rocket, told me he didn’t sweat. Riding is so much more enjoyable when one finishes the ride without having to peel off the sweaty gear. And there is a simple pleasure in feeling the cool air wash over me without getting chilled.

I still felt that dizziness and weakness similar to last week but, since I rode successfully last week, I felt I could handle today’s ride. I’m wondering if my condition is some sort of stress reaction; the week’s stress finally over, my body gets overwhelmed by stress hormones. The problem with thinking that is I exercise every day and eat healthy and decompress every day, so I shouldn’t have that much stress in me on Saturdays. The other issue might be my sleep position since I do sleep in on Saturday mornings. I’ll be working on that this week to see if I can improve my condition. However, I still have the driveway incline to deal with.

Funny, I began the above paragraph with the intent of talking about how much stronger my riding legs are. Clearly my mind had other ideas. But I can tell that my ability to control the motorcycle with my legs has improved immensely. I had no rollback on the camber of the road as we headed out. And I also noticed near the end of our ride, there was no rollback on the one incline stop. I also didn’t feel like I was straining my legs to control the R Nine T. So I’m in riding shape—finally.

On such a beautiful day, I spotted several butterflies. A few seconds after takeoff, a tiny Henry’s elfin butterfly flew right in front of me. I smiled and was hopeful that little guy was a sign of more butterflies to come. I had spotted some cabbage whites in the distance as I loaded and unloaded the gear. But I was lucky enough to spot a black swallowtail fluttering among oak leaves and a monarch butterfly actually flying along in a straight line for once. The fall azaleas were adding beautiful pinks, purples, and reds to the dry greens and burgeoning browns, giving the butterflies somewhere to flutter.

The birds I saw were crows and either two turkey vultures hovering low over treetops or the same one trying to settle on what kind of tree to land in. And of course, the ubiquitous Canadian geese in their every enlarging gaggles. Bill led us to an overlook spot where some ducks were swimming in the shadows. There were more shady spots over the course of our ride as the sun settles lower in the sky. But it wasn’t low enough to be in our eyes—yet. That will come with the approaching winter rides but for now, I’m looking forward to many more beautiful autumn rides.

orange leaf among green — Autumn peeking out

Risking the Ride

All week the forecast had been for rain from Tuesday through Sunday. However, no rain came on Tuesday or Wednesday, or Thursday, but it did arrive on Friday. Bill was hopeful; the weather app on his phone showed rain arriving in the afternoon, so we packed up and headed over to the garage to get the motorcycles.

I actually was half-hoping for rain; I had a tough week, feeling dizzy and fatigued, so missing the ride due to rain seemed like a good idea. But the rain held off and I had to make the decision to ride or not. I chose to risk the ride because I felt I could handle a short ride with not too much slow-speed drills that might be cut shorter if the skies opened up. Instead, after a few little spitting drops as we headed out, the sun made an appearance and kept everything dry for our ride.

I had an early wake-up during our first U-turns. We’d pulled into a cul-de-sac to let the neighborhood golf cart drive out of our path, so it was a little unexpected. I took the turns soft and wide at first but felt the R Nine T jugger under me. I realized I was still in second gear during my U-turns and my motorcycle was letting me know it put up with my goof but wasn’t happy with me.

I realized that since I had made the decision to ride, I needed to commit to the ride. What I mean is, I had to focus on the ride: on the motorcycle, on my environment, on the road around me. It’s paradoxical, but while motorcycle riding does demand focus and full attention, it provides an endorphin push and contentment that both relaxes and uplifts my spirit. I risked the ride because I needed that lift, so I had to pay the price and give my ride the attention it requires.

That little missed shift was the only blip in the ride. As the sun came out, I spotted a clouded sulphur butterfly out risking the rain too. As we headed toward the large church lot, I spotted an osprey circling above, and the osprey stayed with us as we did our figure eights before the crows chased it away.

I noticed bags of leaves already sitting on the curb for pickup as well as larger deposits of leaves along the road. The trees are still staying greener except the cherry trees. They have almost turned over half their leaves, and I’ve even seen several almost denuded of their leaves. Summer has definitely left us behind; I will try and get some more sleep during the week so I don’t have to risk the ride but I am ready for the ride.

orange cherry tree leaves — Photo by Murat Halu0131cu0131 on Pexels.com

Last Ride of the Summer 2025

Leaving work on Thursday afternoon, heading to my car, I spotted a butterfly fluttering in front of me. The butterfly then landed on the sidewalk about six feet in front of me. I moved a little closer hoping to get a photo, but the butterfly took off. He then settled on the sidewalk right in front of me! Better yet, he just sat there at my feet while I took out my phone, gently squatted down, and snapped several photos. He seemed willing to stay there if I was, perhaps drying out his wings after the rain and dampness of the past few days. Of course, I couldn’t just stand there forever, so after getting my pictures (see below), I headed to my car and the common buckeye butterfly flew off to find some flowers.

I include this little encounter because it brought such a feeling of joy, and joy is what I feel when I’m riding my motorcycle. Even when I’m not feeling that great, once I roll on the throttle and take off, I feel immensely better. I also noted during today’s ride that I feel stronger on my R Nine T. A month or so back, I mentioned coming up with a rear brake trick for helping me keep the motorcycle up on the steep camber of the road (see Gift of a Day). I mentioned my trick to Bill, but he pointed out that I should rely on my legs to control the bike. So I’ve been working on that, and on today’s takeoff, I was fully able to maintain the motorcycle on the incline and check the road for clearance.

I also feel my strength as I work on my tight U-turns. I tense up my abdominal core as I pull the motorcycle around tighter, feeling the momentum of the bike and adding or decreasing speed as needed. And of course, I am constantly working my grip as I control the clutch and front brake. The rest of my Saturday workout includes hauling the riding gear in and out of the car, up the steep driveway, and just moving around when fully geared up.

Riding my motorcycle is more fun than visiting the gym. Both are good for me, but I have better luck spotting butterflies on my ride than when I’m inside the gym. It took a while, but I finally spotted a monarch among some flowers halfway into the ride. And, just as I thought I wasn’t going to see any more, a little cabbage white butterfly fluttered into view. I spotted one more monarch among the lantana again, and the large tiger swallowtail fluttered up to the house as I was packing up my gear.

During today’s ride, though, Bill and I weren’t the only ones out cruising. For a brief moment, a Harley rider joined up on our route, qualifying us as a motorcycle gang. We also saw a 1969 Pontiac GTX in its original blue cruising around nearly the same route we took. It was a beautiful car, clearly well-cared for, and it made for one more enjoyable aspect of this wonderful last ride of this summer.

common buckeye butterfly with brown, white and orange markings